Chapter 223: 223 Recollection 1 Yashiro

When I woke up in the morning, I felt a slight discomfort in my body.

feel just a little fever Also, my joints hurt.

However, that was the case when tiredness grew.

I've been polishing my corporate slaughter lately, you know...

laugh bitterly at the thought of a girl's face

Well, shall we do our best at work today?Oh, my God!

--this has been a commonplace day.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiro,"

「…………」

"Mr. Jiro?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

It's weird...

What's going on?

What's going on...?

This is the kitchen of Yodamari-tei.

I left my room as usual, went down the stairs, cut through the courtyard, and went into this kitchen.

There was an ever‐present sight there.

a lighted furnace a breathtaking smell ingredients in preparation

A smile as warm as the sun that greeted me with a smile.

I know all of them.

"Mr. Jiro?"

Of course, I know this one, too.

be familiar with

The manager of the Yodamari-tei, a good-natured man who knows no bounds, the best milk in the city, likes Imagawa-yaki, puts a lot of milk in his coffee when he's tired, and always says "confess" when he's tired. ...when he's with you, he feels very comfortable--a girl.

I can't remember his name.

"... Oops!"

"Mr. Jiro!"

A violent nausea came from the bottom of my stomach.

I can't stand it and crouch down to the floor.

The world goes around......what's this? What's this?

"Mr./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms./Ms

A girl is calling someone.

But I don't know who I'm calling.

I don't understand your name...

"...what's the matter?"

The half-eye of a tiger-eared girl, who is always expressionless, opens slightly.

Yes... I understand. I'm the only one who can clearly read the hidden emotions behind this expression. ...but I don't know his name.

"Oh my gosh!? What's wrong with you, brother.

It's always noisy. I know this guy.

The beast's characteristics have hardly appeared, but he is a hamster, full of brothers and sisters below him, and a taunted character, but he is actually more considerate than anyone else."

Yesterday, I stayed here for some incomprehensible reason, such as "I feel like staying here today!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

d*mn it!

What's the matter?

It makes me angry.........it makes me sick.........d*mn it...

I lost consciousness listening to the screams of my name and the hurrying footsteps.

I awoke to find myself lying on a straw mat and covered with blankets.

This is probably my room.

"Yasilo, you must have noticed."

A girl with red hair looking at me breathes a sigh of relief.

They have neutral features, but these days they are mostly adorable.

"How are you feeling? Oh, you don't have to force yourself to get up."

The charming beauty with the ears of a fox supports me as I try to get up.

This faintly sweet and distinctive scent is probably from leaf tobacco. This guy always carries a pipe in his pocket.

"Well... Mr. Tento-mushi... oh, my God?"

A little girl with a large ladybug hair ornament on her head looks at me with restraint. That hair ornament was made and given to me as a present.

She was extremely shy, but she started behaving normally in front of me.

"I'll get the manager,"

A beautiful blonde girl leaves the room.

He must be busy at the branch office now, but can he stay here?

"How do you feel?"

A girl with green hair and glasses appears among the girls around me.

The peculiar way of speaking is a bit nostalgic to me.

`I'm afraid I'm a little dumbfounded,' Do you know where we are?"

"...my room,"

"What's your name, then?"

"...Oba, Jillo,"

"What's our name, then.

「………………」

"What's wrong with you? Like your name? Say it?"

"…………………………！"

My head hurts again.

queer

I'm sure I know.

I can't remember his name, the names of everyone here, the fact that we've been together... but for some reason I can't remember just his name.

"Hey. Is Jiro... amnesia?"

A girl with red hair asks a girl with green hair.

His face was as pale as a sheet.

"I don't know... but I think I know my name and that this is my room."

"But... you're looking very strange." I was kind of absent-minded...

`Well... you're not like a ladybug, are you?'

And then...I heard a flurry of noises in my eardrums.

--pulp, pulpulpulking!

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

As I screamed, the door of the room opened and the girl in the milk that I saw this morning rushed into the room.

"Mr. Jiro! ...I'm glad. You've noticed..."

He smiled fleetingly, as if he were very relieved, but still worried.

"... Hey, Jillo, aren't you all right?

"Well, my special abilities seem to be alive, too.

"Well... very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very... maybe?"

What's the matter?

The faces of the people who had been here since the very beginning were "nodding."

There's no atmosphere of uneasiness in the air of uneasiness as before.

No, only girls with green hair look more serious than before.

"...this may be serious."

"Yasilo's love of breast milk has always been serious."

"That's not so much.

A green-haired girl looks seriously at a dumbfounded red-haired girl.

The serious look of the green-haired girl, who always seemed to have played down her normal thinking.

A red-haired girl is momentarily frightened.

"Don't let me be a little serious from now on."

Somebody's throat cracked.

...maybe it'surely it's me.

A green‐haired girl looked at me in a pharmacist‐like atmosphere.

"What about myself?"

"Why... what?"

"I'm sorry, sir,"Show me your nipples."

Green hair flutters in the air.

A red‐haired girl and a beautiful fox-eared girl slapped the green‐haired girl on the back of the head at exactly the same time.

a green-haired metamorphosis that suddenly approaches me

I feel danger, so I keep a little distance.

"Never mind! Joking around! I really want to see your nipples!"

"It's all the more serious!"

"It's beyond saving!"

"That's why I'm so desperate! Why don't you understand if you do it yourself?"

"Ah... very eager to see my nipples... to be honest, I pull them out."

`Never mind!'

a head‐scratching green woman

Well, she's rather a nipple, isn't she?

...what?

Really

"If it's a show-off, you can't help but!"

...my hair fluttered in the air.

A beautiful fox-eared woman's flue hits the deco center cleanly, and a red-haired girl's knife dances as her head tilts backward.

He cut the air around my nose and cut off a few bangs.

Are you sure you're here to kill me? I'm scared!

"And what did you talk about?" Chikubina?"

"Who's Jikbina? "Unexpectedly cute Jikbina!"

"...that's not the name, is it, you said.

This red-haired girl, Chikubina, and the beautiful fox-eared girl will continue to be like this... pathetic.

I'll try not to get involved as much as possible.

"I don't know their names, but you know them, do you?"

"What? Oh, no, I don't know if it'

`Lies! Their eyes are always 'I know, but I don't think I know you,' she said. `I don't know!'

Hey... What a sharp pervert! in spite of one's pervert

"Oh, you know... What has happened to Mr. Jiro?"

`Well... if you're right in your prediction, you'll be in trouble,'

"It's troublesome......oh, uh... of course, it's going to heal, right? You have medicine, right?

`Well, calm down, manager!'

The green pervert Chikubina stops the swarming giant milk manager.

"Hey, myself. Do you know the name of this restaurant?"

I'll think about it a little and answer.

"...Yodamari-tei,"

I wonder what it is... It's a name I know for granted, but I fell for a moment.

It felt as if a book had been weathered and was frantically reading letters on a faded page.

"What about this?"

Chikubina points to her chest.

"Giant milk".

"Well, what about this?"

Then point to the manager's chest.

"Explosive milk".

"What, then?"

He pointed to the red‐haired girl's chest.

"... error?"

"Whose chest is a mistake!"

"Fake milk".

"I didn't put it in today!"

"...Hang in there!"

"Don't cheer me up! I'm doing my best!""... I mean,"

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"Oh, uh... I don't understand the meaning at all?"

The manager's embarrassment seems to have reached its peak.

Then Chikubina, a green-haired pharmacist, begins to speak with a stern look.

"I don't remember," There's a gap between the teeth and the teeth. Our prediction is probably not true. The evidence is..."

Chikubina approached me as I spoke.

Suddenly he grabbed my clothes and pulled them up.

My skin is exposed from belly to chest.

"What!"

the manager of a large breast shop holding his face in his hands and dyeing his cheeks lightly.

In contrast, Chikubina Z, the absolute pervert, picks up the jaw and puts a serious look on my chest.

"Of course...."

Chickbina looks at my chest and seems to have realized something.

"Look at this,"

With my clothes rolled up, I'll show my skin to the girls there.

"………hmm. Pretty pink."

"It's really... it's more beautiful pink than I imagined."

"I'm going to be nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple-nipple."

"Up......oh!?"

a chikubina scolding a tiger‐eared girl and an ordinary girl

Then a girl with red hair discovers something and cries out.

With a surprised expression on his face, he pointed his trembling fingers at my chest.

"It's got something on it..."

At the girl's words with red hair, all the girls there peeked into my chest.

Then, at the same time, I took my breath away.

"...that's the cause of this."

The green‐haired girl's remark made the air very heavy.

There are people in the dining room who were worried about me, and it seems like a green-haired girl will explain to me what's going on.

head through the courtyard to the dining room

The sky is still pitch dark. I woke up just before four o'clock, and now it's past five o'clock.

Despite the early morning, many people were gathering.

A beautiful silver-haired sister, a mermaid with a healthy body, a beautiful bear-eared woman with black hair and glasses, and a girl with golden retriever ears on her head. And chickens.

All the faces I knew were lined up.

But no one could remember the name.

Then the green-haired girl spoke plainly to them.

"It's the work of parasites,"

parasitic sorcery

It's my first time hearing this name, but I can't imagine it. It's a very unpleasant imagination.

`There's a 'seed' that sticks to your chest,'

Pointing to the seeds attached to my chest, the green-haired girl says.

There were 14 seeds in all.

Well... I'm a little embarrassed that I'm letting my chest stretch out in front of all the beautiful girls I've gathered...

"This magical plant is parasitic on the human body, and grows by eating the memory of the host."

"Memories..."

The restaurant is noisy.

The manager of Yodamari-tei has a blue face that looks like he's about to collapse.

"It's a troublesome plant for that person to like to eat his precious memories... it's an early symptom that he can't afford to lose the name of a close person, even losing his memory."

"And you know us, but you can't say our names..."

"Well, it's usually a plant that lives in a thick forest where demons live and grow from their memories..."

"...maybe when I went through the street-gate into the depths of the woods."

"You went out with the vultures. You said you were parasite at that time?"

"It was when you had a fight with the Guildmaster of the Woodman Guild," But there was nothing wrong with my brother at that time."

"The incubation period is long. It's a troublesome plant that grows little by little without being noticed by its host."

It seems like I've been parasitized by something ridiculous.

"Then why don't we just get that seed?"

A beautiful bear-eared woman says with a look of a little impatience.

I want to solve it as soon as possible. with such an expression on one's face

"That's Akan," It's this kind of thing that's rooted in memory that you're starting to have early symptoms. If I force myself to take it or to crush it, I may lose all my memory."

"Then what shall I do?"

Other girls flock to the only green-haired girl who knows what's going on.

The manager of Yodamari-tei and the silver-haired sister are the only ones who stay and stare at me blankly.

"We can only wait,"

"Wait......what do you mean?"

A girl with red hair asks on behalf of the swarming beautiful girls.

"I don't think it's physically there. I can't believe it. and if you keep that dubious thing firmly in your mind, the parasitic sorcerer will not be able to eat his memory."

"Memories, retention?"

"Well, when you recover the memory forgotten by the parasitic sorcerer by your own power, the parasitic sorcerer withers and comes out of your body naturally."

"Forgotten memories... our names?"

"Well, when he calls me by my name... I'll prove that my memory has been engraved in his heart and taken root."

If I could remember their names...

"Well! Why don't you write your name on the paper and call it?"

"Then Akan's,"

"Why!"

"It takes a lot of physical strength to remember the memory you lost. If you force your memory to open and interfere, you'll fall down again and faint."

The word "faint" silenced everyone there.

The members gathered here to hear that I had collapsed and fainted. They may be trying not to make the same mistake.

"Then... we can't do anything about it."

"No, there's something I can do."

"What!? Tell me! Oh, I'll do anything!""Atsashi is willing to cooperate, isn't he?"

"...that's the case with everyone here."

Everyone agrees to the tiger‐eared girl's words.

All eyes are fixed on the green‐haired girl.

"There is only one thing we can do..."

Then the green-haired girl says.

"I don't want to pass by as usual,"

The people around them who were eager to do something beautifully expose their stupid faces.

`Remembering is delicate,' You don't want to forget, you don't want to remember, do you? Why don't people just say 'Don't forget' or 'Remember this?' Memories should belong to you."

No one could refute the remark.

It was strangely convincing, though I couldn't digest it.

Then the green-haired girl gave me a gentle smile.

"Say, myself. Do as you please. My unconsciousness, my instincts, will surely remind me of the things I don't want to forget."

"My way of doing it pleases?"

"Well, once the memory takes hold, the sorcerer withers and seeds can be harvested from the body. But if that seed were to bloom..."

When the seeds bloom...

"The memory will never come back to life again."

It's proof that you've been haunted by parasites….

"Oh, you know,"

The store manager exclaims with a troubled look.

His eyebrows are raised tightly to ward off the fear of attacking him.

"... if I lose my memory... ...what will happen?"

"I'll do it said.

"...do it, fix it...?"

"Well, let's meet again, let's get close again, and we'll make new memories... again."

"...is that so?"

There is a heavy silence in the dining room.

Do you want to do it again?

That's all I have to say.

I don't mean to lose my life.

If you've forgotten something, you can remember it again.

But it doesn't always work out as a result of redoing.

`That kind of "do-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo

Says the green-haired girl, in a strangely cheerful voice.

They must be trying to dispel this heavy air.

"This parasite haunts precious memories. I mean, that's what you've always thought of as important?"

"...that may be the case,"

A girl with red hair tries to argue and quits.

Instead, he glanced at me.

"Besides, this man..."

I put my hand on my shoulder.

"Did you remember the breast? I mean, everyone here is thinking, "More important than the breast." I'm confident."

Say such subtle things that you don't know if you're encouraging or joking around.

"Where is the kind of guy who is happy to be told that ""it's more important than breast"""

"You thought we were really precious, didn't you?

"...more than a breast for Jillo,"

"It's a national treasure!"

Everyone there looked very happy.

......what?

a strangely exciting group

A green‐haired girl with her hands on her shoulders whispered to me, taking advantage of such a lively voice.

`When I see it,' I don't know how much I care about myself.

What I see is the still anxious faces of those who are worried about me.

a clumsy smile that can't be awkward even if one tries to force a smile

"My memory is mine, but... my memory is not alone."

I got a slap on the shoulder and a green‐haired girl left me.

"Well, we'll all go back to our respective jobs. Spend your time as usual, thinking of bad schemes or forced memories. The usual scenery is the best way to get your memories back. "I miss it," he says, "I don't want to forget it."

say so and open the dining room door

"Well, good luck,"

Finally, looking at me, the green‐haired girl left the dining room.

I think the word 'anjo' meant something like 'good.'

"...I must take the chicken's eggs, too."

"Me too. I must go home and stock up on the beast's sausages."

"Oh, dear... ...wow...

"Here you go, too, and go fishing." Believe in Jiro."

He leaves the dining room one after another, saying such things.

Everyone looks at me and walks out of the door just before we leave.

And the three of us who stayed here in the end, Yodamari-tei...

"Let's get ready to open."

"... Uh, I'll help you get it ready."

`Then I'll clean it!'

undertake each task

"Mr. Jiro, please take a day off today. Oh, of course, you can work when you want to, so do as you please."

The manager's smile at me was so soft......

"Well, I'll go for a walk to clear my mind a little,"

"Yes. It's still dark. Be careful."

... made me think clearly that I should not forget.

If I don't act...

None of them????

I don't want to forget. I was sure of it.

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